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guinevere
Guinevere
In the blue grey dark of the room she steps
naked to the window
the cold air hugs her like an embrace
so tight.
Dark fields below, beyond.
And high above, the chill moon's sparkle slants in across her cheek
like a kiss.
And the dark fields below, beyond, where he, her lover now become
will come
and hold, Oh! hold her in his strong embrace so tight.
Tight as the cold air in the blue grey night.
And on her cheek his kiss, like perhaps the chill moon's sparkle.
In the blue grey dark of the room she steps
naked to the window
the cold air hugs her like an embrace
so tight.
Dark fields below, beyond.
And high above, the chill moon's sparkle slants in across her cheek
like a kiss.
And the dark fields below, beyond, where he, her lover now become
will come
and hold, Oh! hold her in his strong embrace so tight.
Tight as the cold air in the blue grey night.
And on her cheek his kiss, like perhaps the chill moon's sparkle.
Published 28th Apr 2012
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